Rex, Rocky, Vivi, and Billy                                                                            

Oh, Hi.

Oh, Hi.

Don’t worry. I promise we don’t think we are important.  We aren’t here to share perfectly filtered photos, give parenting advice, or share our little people milestones.  Of course we love our kids.  We know we are so lucky, blah blah blah.  We will save that shit for our diaries.  Here, we wanna share some of our daily motherhood messiness.  You know, the “lets-be-fucking-real-this-motherhood-thing-is-insane” kind of messiness.   Because we were thinking, maybe if we all realize that we are not the only ones with puke on our shoulders, shit (yes, literal shit) under our fingernails, and hair that hasn’t been blown dry in over three weeks—we may feel a little better. 

We are just two aquaintences turned best friends after taking our newborns for a walk in the baking hot sun along a main road that sometimes called for walking single file.  We quickly learned that we were not alone in this wonderful, exhausting, amazing, frustrating, perfectly unpredictable tsunami of motherhood.  We have four kids so far.  Rex, Rocky, Vivi, and Billy.  We text daily, show up at one another’s houses when we need a pep talk, and keep each other sane.  We don’t drink together nearly as much as we’d like, but it’s good to have goals. So, welcome!  Let’s get it all out there because chances are, one of us had an equally muthafucker of a day as you did today.

And before we start, you should know that there was a day when we were smart.  Really.  We went to law school and nursing school respectively (yeah! Betcha didn’t see that brag coming!).  But sadly, the majority of our brain cells have been lost since motherhood began and now we are lucky if we can string a comprehensive sentence together most of the time.  So if you see a lot of misspelled words and run on sentences, just assume it's probably because we left our commas and periods with our sanity and our car keys. In the freezer. Next to the mini pancakes. For the third fucking morning in a row. 

Oh yeah, and we swear.  A lot.

xo

samm and britt

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How I Deal with 5pm

How I Deal with 5pm